Sleeping Dragon ai trikracha

Sangilak moved in the depths of Drageda, having paused in her patrol upon thinking she had scented blood. The scent was unique, with familiar notes and then a horrendously foreign one that irked her. The woman followed the scent until she noted another with herbs, and her plume lashed behind her as she watched the other claw at the tree and peel bark from it. The others coloration was unique, unlike anything she had seen before... but the scent was unmistakable, and Sangilak bristled. The blood on the other was in the air, and Sangilak lingered like a shark nearby. The assertive woman drew nearer to the creature she could not distinguish, tail lifted at an appropriate degree and confident stride ceasing only when she could be seen by the other. Sangilak had seen this one before, but only the blood warned of corruption that made Sangilak unreasonably disapproving. And yet beneath her stoic mask none of this was visible; her eyes went from stretched wound to the acrid smelling herbs, and she only watched.